"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." .  .  . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
The little things which I notice, make me smile, or make me feel compelled to write about. Or maybe it's an excuse to use alliteration. You'll never know. . Â . Â . Eye contact. Something so seemingly minute and inconsequential, but leaves an indelible impact. Too little contact says you're ... Read More
Objects of Affection
Filofax, for obvious reasons. Kind bars. Bobbi Brown Navajo 15 eyeshadow. Right in the inner corners. MAC Creamola lip liner. YSL Rouge Pur Couture Rose Bergamasque lipstick. Green tea. Baby spinach salads with avocado + walnuts, tossed with sesame ginger dressing. Michael Kors handbag, from ... Read More